Keeping the radio tuned-in to the rescue party's transmissions, Lawrence trekked on. He listened, hoping he could gleam enough to avoid being spotted on a closed trail. Only issue was, he had no idea where to start. He brought the radio thinking he could use that to maybe triangulate the signal. Hunkering down in a small bush he decided to run the scanner once again... Waiting... Waiting... Waiting... ...Not realizing just how impatient he could get he left his hiding spot to go wandering while the scanner did its work. He never had much excuse to head out into the wilderness like this; he used to go hiking as a kid at every opportunity he could. It was nice to have an excuse to come out like this again.

Though he soon discovered that most of his memory of the area had faded over the years. Everything was new to him, not just the scenery, but the plant-life too. He saw trees in shapes he never knew they could grow. Strange miniature islands of floating green in stale ponds. Splashes of purple and white jumped at him as he wandered into untrodden land. He was also quickly running out of viable dry land, as more and more of the floodplains revealed themselves. As he was stuck trying to figure out how to cross into new territory, ideally without getting wet, the scanner chirped. 

"...acket, assault, wait, slab, extract, vali... *kshht* ...rrogant, fluctuation, grant, crack, simplicity, ig..." A seemingly frightened female voice rattled off a new word each second. Barely piercing through the noise, with sharp static interrupting every few seconds. He tried to catch more from the transmission, but the static had swallowed it. He switched the scanner back on, hoping to catch something more useful. 

Off to the side he spotted a rotted out wooden boardwalk. Meant to provide passage during high floods in the marshes, it could now serve its purpose for Lawrence. The wooden path hadn't been maintained in years, but worked well enough for at least a mile. Looking out to his sides, the twisting trees disoriented him. Sharpened yellows and greens assaulted his psyche, forcing his head down into the safety of man's carpentry. The weight of his impulse decision descended upon him, and clenched his mind. He repressed it, he had a task at hand.